Lady Mama:
What do you say bk?

Bk:
Are you going to tell me that concept for this telephone video or what?

Lady Mama:
Well… First of all this song is not as good as Bad Romance.
And, it's not even close to Poker Face or Just Dance,
So I will distract them by getting half naked,
And, throw everything at them,
But, the kitchen sink sink, the kitchen sink sink, what do you think think…
I will prove that I don't have a penis, wink wink,
First I'll get stripped naked by some burly prison guards,
Then make out with a she-male in the prison yard yard,

Bk:
This video seems goofy you should just do it alone,
Besides I'm getting sick of all these songs about phones,

Lady Mama:
Bail me out of jail then we pause for some bad dialoge,
We poison everyone including a cute dog,
Then we start to dance,
And there's dead people everywhere,
As usual I have a lot of crazy crap in my hair,
Pa-Pa-Pa-Pa-Pa-Pa-Pa-Pa-Product Placement,
We hide the de-dead bodies in the Ba-ba-basement,
Blood and Guts and boobs and Butts,
And, I just wanna make your head explode,
Beep-beep-Beep Beep-Beep Beep-beep-beep
That was Lady Gaga in morose code,

Bk:
If you think I'm doing this,
Then you're a crazy bastard,
You must of blown a gasket,
Are you tripping on acid,
As a child were you abused by some big crazy bastard,
And, did he ever make you place the lotion in the basket,
I just wanna do a simple shoot with dancing,
You used to be a diva,
Now, your Marilyn Manson,

Lady Mama:
Your gonna do my video,
And, do it my way,
I'd hate for something bad to happen to your family,

Bk:
My family-y?

Lady Mama:
That's right Beyonce',
A piano might accidently fall on Jay-Z,

Bk:
Somebody help me cause I don't want to sing anymore,
She's got a gun to my head on the dance floor,

Lady Mama:
Rub a dub-dub three nuns in a tub,
And, they're doing it with a garden gnome,

Bk:
Please don't beat me up,
But I have to ask what,
Does it have to do with a telephone?
You're crazy bitch! Ahhhhhhhhhh!